Bare Ass Jock Ranch

This installment will conclude regular posts of Bare Ass Jock Ranch for now. As the Winter doldrums set in I may get the kinky juices flowing and a new chapter may appear now and again. 

Somehow Rob Williams author of A Trial of Strength keeps churning out quality chapters week after week. I don’t know how he does it! 

Thanks to all my readers and especially my voters. I didn’t expect the Pulitzer but I have been amazed by the number of readers and I especially appreciate my voters! 

Be sure to email me with any suggestions you may have, favorite characters, chapters or situations you liked or didn’t like. Were parts tooo sick or tooo vanilla? Let me know what you think. 

Bruce’s internet exploits had connected him with numerous horny muscle studs, but usually they were in Sydney, Prague, the Midwest or East Coast. Anywhere but So Cal. One day one of his acquaintances from the DC area told Bruce he was interviewing for a job in SD and would be spending the week there on vacation. Bruce said he would ask his master if he could invite him to visit the ranch. That would be kewl the dude said and they would keep in touch. 

They already had each others email address. Bruce thought he would ask Rob if the dude could spend the whole week at the ranch and emailed Rob a few pics. He said the guy had just graduated and was looking for a coaching job. He played baseball in college and had an interview with the same school Juan and Miguel were going to be going to! Maybe we could give him some pointers and help him get a job. His name was Travis.

When Travis arrived at the ranch, he indeed was just their type. Tall smooth built and hung. Juan and Miguel were there and Grady and Dan were coming for dinner. They decided to do a mock interview with Travis so he would be sure to get the job! Travis was game and said it would calm his nerves. Before dinner the guys were giving him a tour of the house and when they got to the cross Travis got totally boned up. “Dang” he said, “I never saw one of these except in porn.” 

Bruce said “I guess u never been on one then.”

“Hell no. Most kinky guys are fat old bikers, but I’d love to try some stuff with you guys. Has anyone here ever taken a bat up their ass?”

There was a stunned silence...

During dinner Travis told his story. Like most assuming he was straight in high school but attracted to muscle and gradually accepting the fact that he was more into guys. He liked surrendering control and became the bitch for some bikers who introduced him to the joys of anal sex tied to a hog.

It started with fucking, dildos, fists, double penetration and finally a bat. They liked to display him in public, in bars or spreadeagle over a bike parked in front. They would tie him to a tree near a jogging path and leave him to be found. Sometimes he would be cuffed and the key left in his hole.

Well the Ranch may prove to be a bit tame after all that. Lets just say he may challenge our creativity.

After dinner we secured Travis on the cross with extra restraints around his mid-section and upper thighs. I had a leftover firecracker from the 4th of July. I inserted it in Travis’ peehole and prepared to light it. It was registering in Travis’s mind what I was doing. “No! No! No! Please don’t blow up my cock. Oh fuck nooo!”

I lit the fuse and Travis tried his damnedest to shake it out. He tried to pee. He tried to cum. Nothing worked. The fuse burned all the way down. Travis screamed “No! No! No!” - - - - - - then nothing happened. It was a dud. 

“Musta been made in China.” I murmered nonchalantly. Travis was still freaking. 

Rob had a few more firecrackers and he lit another and tossed it out the window. KABLAM!

“Dang wouldn’t you know I picked the dud.” 

Rob of course knew it was a dud since he had carefully emptied if of gun powder before hand. Nonetheless he approached Travis’ cock with another firecracked and Travis began to panic once again. “No, please NO! I’ll do anything! Just don’t blow up my cock!”

There’s them words again. “I’ll do anything.” They always softened Rob’s heart and he said “Anything?” All the guys smiled; here it comes. 

Travis said “Anything.”

Rob said “Are you sure, anything?”

Travis said “Anything you want sir.”

“OK I want to own you. I want you for a slave. 

“I’ll do it,” Travis said “just don’t blow up my cock.”

Rob looked at Bruce and said, “I guess we need another place at the table.”

Now there were 12.

Brad said Sean had called him and wanted to pay a visit to the ranch. He said Sean was feeling lonesome since all his best buds were now “ranchers.” He had split from his gf and was considering “crossing the road.” He enjoyed the fuck more than he thought and just needed to get over the head trip of making the switch, but if Brad and Ryan could do it, why the fuck not? After all there was no one left to hold him back or even tease him about going gay. Brad told him about the cowboys, the Puerto Ricans and Collin’s and Blaze’s little bro and friends. Sean said something about it being time to join the party. He asked if he could come out Thursday and Brad said yes, but he would ask Rob just to be sure. It’s a go unless I call you back.

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Collin and Blaze’s brother was coming to visit the ranch. He was 20 and his name was Doug. He was in college studying to be a paramedic and quarterback of the football team. He stripped at the door and what a hotty. It would be hard to out do Collin and Blaze but Doug was to die for. As big if not bigger both in body and cock. Of course his first job was to strip and pay homage to the boss. He knew how to suck a cock too and Rob asked where he learned to do it. He said at home. He wasn’t always the biggest and as the youngest and smallest he had to blow his brothers. By the end of dinner he was a part time slave like Justin and Carson. He was taken upstairs, tied to the bed and gang fucked by the residents.

“Next time I come can I bring some friends so I don’t have to take on the whole house all by myself?”

Rob said ”Sure - how bout Saturday? Maybe we’ll invite the neighbors and have a cookout.”

“Sounds great,” said Doug.

On Thursday Collin told Rob he talked to Doug. Doug told him he was on for Saturday and was bringing five teammates from the football team. Rob said he had called Morgan and he and the cowboys were comin with steak and hard cocks.

Sean showed up for dinner and said he was kind of lonesome since Ryan, Brad and Marco all movede to the ranch. Was there room for any more? Rob asked if he was ready to cross the road. No more pussy. 

Sean said he would probably miss it, but not the drama that came with it. He thought about his fucking from the last time and said he likied it more than he thought he would and wanted to try it again. Rob said that they made an arrangement with the PR guys that they could try it for a year then make a commitment. “Wanna try that? But you have to accept the rules and follow em as long as you’re here. No pussy no bars minimal drinking. Your cock will be locked and unlocked 2 nights a week. I own you and your junk. I can use you whenever I want. Come to dinner Saturday and you can meet the neighbors and we’ll lock your cock. Move in if you’re ready.”

On Saturday afternoon Doug arrived with his buddies Herc, Jeff, Miles, Carter and Jay. Herc was short for Hercules - his real name was Norman, but no one called him that and no one had ever seen more muscles on one guy before. Tall super built and superhung. Doug, Herc and Jeff were bottoms and Miles, Carter and Jay were tops who led the bottoms in on ball leashes. Collin and Blaze had provided them with house standard ball padlocks and chains. Their hands were cuffed behind their necks to slave collars. All six wore leather harnesses and the bottoms had tit clamps.

Herc led the show by reclining on the weight bench and benching 300#. Piece of cake. Jay sat on the bench behind Herc and began to fuck him. Then Herc did another set with 350#. This caused him to clench his ass so tight Jay could not retract his cock, but the anal muscles sucked Jay’s load right out of him. Herc continued to lift and Jay was stuck cock in ass! When Herc finally relaxed his ass, Jay could finally withdraw his cock and began to fist him. Once his hand was inside the ass he went for Herc’s prostate and Herc’s giant cock responded. Herc began another set of lifts and Jay’s hand was trapped, but he could still massage Herc’s prostate. Soon Herc craddled the weights and shot a load 10 feet in the air! Everyone applauded.

Herc recovered from his volcanic orgasm and a jumper cable was put on his cock head. Jay once again pushed his hand in Herc’s ass and massaged his prostate. Herc began another set and soon was ready to shoot another load. He craddled the weights and blew another load, but the jumper on his cock prevented its escape. All that cum was now inflating Herc’s cock even more. It grew to mammoth proportions. But no release was possible. He could only lay there and spasm until the shock waves began to subside. After several minutes the jumper was removed and a gallon of cum oozed out of the spent cock.

Herc’s hands were then tightly tied below the bench and his legs too. The jumpers replaced the tit clamps on Herc’s pecs and Herc screamed and struggled but his giant cock reinflated. A sparkler was inserted in his cock and turned on low. Then an Electro-ejaculator was shoved up his ass. The sparkler power was turned up to high and Herc struggled with all his power, but he was a bound slab of meat unable to escape the tortures. The ejaculator shocked his prostate and Herc orgasmed again, this time the cum had to navigate around the sparkler and leaked out the end of his cock.

Dr Derek was ready with his milking machine and Herc’s cock was attached to it. He’d already had 3 wicked orgasms and now the machine would proceed to drain the contents of his balls. He came 4 more times before he began dry orgasms. He was spent. 

The grill was started and the ranch’s new branding iron was put on to heat up. Herc would be the first to be branded with the Bareass Ranch brand. His right pec, his left ass cheek and shaved pubic area would be the targets. This behemoth would soon be owned. He was bent backwards over the end of the table, face up. His pec would be branded first and Morgan would do the honors showing Rob how it was done. The key was holding the hot iron steady in place for at lease 3 seconds. Herc howled. Had the cowboys not all been there they would have heard the scream all the way in the next holler! Several of the guys creamed their shorts.

Herc’s pubic area was next and Rob would do the deed. The brand was reheated and handed to Rob who applied it to Herc’s pubic area. Another epic scream erupted from from the beast. This time his cock lurched and orgasmed only a drop or two since his balls were empty. 2 down one to go. Herc was turned over since he was “done” on the front and Rob planted the red-hot brand on Herc’s ass cheek. There was one final primal scream from the bound beast and another dry orgasm.

“Any other volunteers?” asked Rob. Actually there were but only for ass brands. One was the kindergarten teacher Marco and the other was Doug. Herc was released and Marco replaced him. When he had been securred Rob applied the brand and Marco let loose with another scream. Same with Doug. Morgan said he bet that once the wounds healed other guys would want their pecs done too and probably their shaved pubic area.

Dr Derek pierced Sean’s cock and installed his lock. He was now owned. Sean passed on the brand for the time being.

After their steak dinner they had a fuck fest. All the bottoms to one side - except those who were nursing their brands - and the tops put their names in a hat. The names were drawn and the top drawn had his choice of bottoms. Three names were drawn at a time and put on a fuck show for the rest.